Raat ko beta aaya , wo poora piye hue tha ,mere pati ne use dekh liya aur maar kar ghar se vahar nikal diya aur paas wale bhoose ke dher main band kar...diya, ye bolkar ki jab utre tab hi aana.Main mamta se paani lekar wahan gayi wo bhoose main pada hua tha , maine use paani pilaya aur wo baccho ki tarah meri god main sir rakhkar sone laga , meri mamta foot gayi , aur main roke use choomne lagi . Tabhi achanak se wo utha aur usne lothi ka darwaja band kar diya , aur meri taraf muskura ke , ek ek. The hot water soothed her tension even more, hitting against her sensitive breasts and nipples, like little pin pricks lightly jabbing in her skin. She continued playing with her pussy and tits, making the feeling last longer, until she remembered that she was in the shower for a reason. Reluctantly, she forced herself to stop. She washed her body quickly, feeling more bolts of electricity whenever her fingertips touched certain parts of her awakened body. Yes, she thought to herself, tonight. She could taste herself on his cock as she started to suck as her mouth went up and down his cock. She made sure to make loud, sloppy sounds as she let it ‘pop’ out of her mouth before she sank her mouth back onto it. Her free hand went back to her pussy and started working its way back into her. She sped up with her blow-job, and could feel him tense up, about to cum.“I am going to cum,” he managed to say. He expected her to lift her head and jerk him off until he came, but instead she again. I want to see you all day and into the evening tomorrow and I-I.” She hesitated. I smiled at her. “I want us to go to church as a couple Sunday and spend the rest of the day together.”I smiled even bigger. “That is my fervent wish for this weekend.” We kissed again. “What church do you go to, Karen?”“I’ve been riding with Melissa to a Presbyterian church but Mom and Dad are Methodist and that’s my preference.”I pulled her face down and gave her a kiss. “I’m Methodist, too.”She looked at me.